A/N:

Invader Johnny: Yep, the schools and people who supported that disgust me too. As for Ember, she will be in here, but her part will be very brief. I have another person planned for Danny's confident :)

jim89: Yeah, Jazz will get further corrupted but she won't hang herself. No one will commit suicide in this story. As for Dan, he isn't going to be in this story either, I'm sorry :(

Guest: It is all Danny in Part 1, Sam will be in Part 2, which won't be for a long while yet.

sammansonreplica: Thank you!

Part 1: Chapter 4

The teacher grabbed a piece of white chalk, then hastily drew on the board, his body covering it so I couldn't see. When he was done, he revealed what I think was a bunny and a tiger. The picture was so poorly drawn I could hardly tell what the scene was depicting.

However one thing was clear, the tiger's long ferocious teeth, and the bunny cowering in fear as the predator leaned over it's prey. Do tigers even eat rabbits?

"Mr. Baxter."

A tall boy with bulging muscles and blonde hair showing from below his cap stood from his desk in the middle of the room, his back perfectly straight up in the air.

"Mr. Lancer, Sir!"

I bit back a smirk at his try of sounding tough with his loud response, too bad his voice was too high-pitched, otherwise I and a few others might have felt fear in his response and snap our heads up at attention.

"Mr. Baxter, this tiger is chasing this baby rabbit, preparing to kill it. The rabbit represents a Jew and the tiger represents a Nazi. Tell me your thoughts on what you would do if you were the tiger."

Why you would go after a human like that, preparing to kill it so brutally?! That's freaking sick and twisted...my God who cares if a person is a different religion than you are, we're all still humans!

"Kill it. Jews don't belong in this world, we must exterminate them, along with the other undesirables." Baxter said so casually, as if he was saying what he had for breakfast that morning. Disgusting.

"Wonderful, I'd expect no less than that of the superior race." Lancer said with a smile, a twisted, evil smile. I wonder if he ever smiled genuinely in his life, full of happiness without the hint of murder in his brain?

By Lancer's remark on Baxter's that of the 'superior race', Baxter must have blue eyes. He already has the blonde hair.

At 12:00, it was time for lunch. Well, I guess I'll be starving, since I didn't know they had lunch here. At my old school, you were able to go home for lunch, however judging by the two burly security guards at either side of the enterance doors, that wouldn't be happening.

I made my way to the cafeteria, walking around peering at all the tables full with chattering boys of various ages. I found a small boy sitting all alone with red hair, might as well try my luck at sitting there.

"Hey, is there a seat open for me?"

He looked up at me, eyes widened in fear. He gulped yet nodded his head.

"Thanks...uh.." I paused, wanting to thank him properly by knowing his name.

He tilted his head in confusion at me, so I elaborated. "What's your name?"

"Michael." He stated quietly, his voice a tad shaky and high, now staring at his tray of food. I would've bought food, but I'm broke.

"Hi, I'm Daniel, but I like to go by Danny." I held out my hand, which he hesitantly shook.

"You know, you shouldn't have nicknames around here." Michael suddenly warned.

"Why not?"

"Nicknames are seen as for the weak. You need to go by your birthname around here."

I scoffed. "Just about anything you do around here is seen as weak, huh?"

Michael's eyes widened again, quickly looking around checking if anyone heard. The boy turned back to me. "You can't say things like that around here! Are you crazy?!"

I smirked. "Maybe I am."

He grinned for the first time, then went back to eating his food.

After a long silence, I opened my mouth to say something else, when a hand slammed down next to me on the table.

Michael gasped out of fear, looking straight up at whoever it was, while I calmly looked behind me to see Baxter himself.

"Hey half-breed!" He shouted in that same high-pitched voice. Seriously, shouldn't this guy have hit puberty by now? And half-breed? Why did he call me that?

"Half-breed?" I questioned.

"Yeah. You got the blue eyes, but you're missing the blonde hair. Looks like your parents screwed up big time." He started laughing, the other guys behind him (whom I just noticed) joining in.

My eyes narrowed in anger, while my hands clenched into fists at my sides. I stood up, ready to put his lights out, but breathed deep instead. I'm not going to be provoked by this clown.

"Go ahead, punch me. I dare ya!" He challenged, stepping closer. By now everyone was staring at us. Shouldn't a teacher have intervened by now? Oh right, backing down from a fight is probably seen as weak, as well as trying to stop one. They most likely encourage fighting here, it wouldn't surprise me.

"You dare me? Wow, childish much?" I folded my arms in front of my chest.

Baxter looked at me, surprise on his face, however it immediately turned back into a cocky smirk.

"No, your obvious backing down from a fight is childish. Come on, I'm letting you have the first hit! See if you can knock me out?"

"And if I say no?" I had no desire to hit him now, that'd be giving him what he wants, which would let him win.

"Then Little Mikey over here gets it." Baxter made a fist and punched it in his hand, while Michael or Mikey started sweating in fear.

"Listen Blondie," I growled, he turned back to me. "Your issue is with me, for whatever reason you chose. Leave Michael out of it."

"Or what?"

I took Michael's lunch tray and dumped it over Baxter's head, similiar to when a girl experiences a bad breakup. His eyes blazed with fury, while one of his goons removed the tray from his head and tried getting the spaghetti off him. Baxter just shook him off once the tray was off his head.

"You're gonna pay for this!" He stormed away, almost out of the cafeteria, when I yelled something.

"Name's Fenton by the way!"

He snarled (the cafeteria was silent so I could hear a pin drop if it did) and exited, his buddies doing the same.

Everyone was staring at me. "Scene's over guys. No need to keep staring."

They turned away and slowly went back to what they were doing. Michael looked up at me terrified. "You are crazy! No one stands up to Dash Baxter like that! Whenever he wants a fight, he gets one and always wins, beating the other guy to a pulp! He's of the superior race, blonde hair, blue eyes! No one denies him anything!"

I rolled my eyes. "It's probably a dye-job."

Michael stopped and stared at me. A slow smile crept up on his face, the smile expanded to show his teeth, until finally he burst out laughing. This caused me to grin.

When he was done he looked at the tray on the ground, surrounded by spaghetti. "I guess I was done with that."

This time we were laughing so hard we could barely breathe, the other boys staring at us as if we were insane.

Finally at the end of the day I found Michael by his locker, walking up to go talk to him. He greeted me happily, his previous shyness disappearing completely.

Suddenly I felt two arms pinning my own at my sides forcefully. "Hey!" I protested. Before I could break free or see my attacker, I was crammed into Michael's locker, the door sealing away the light.

"Dash? Uh, please don't hurt me!" I heard Michael's voice beg. Angry I turned invisible and intangible (a trick I learned not that long ago) and fazed out of the locker.

Dash was approaching my new friend slowly, cornering him like a cat when it corners a mouse. "Now that Fenton's taken care of, you're next."

I positioned my hands on Dash's shoulders, preparing to shove him away, when a tingly feeling hit my arms. It felt like his body was commanding me to go inside! I tried getting away, with little success.

"I'm gonna make sure this goes by slowly, so you feel plenty of agony. I'm-"

At that point I was sucked in, a small shout of protest my last sound from the outside world.

"...In Dash's..body?"